"Diamond Leg! You're Diamond Leg, right?!"
Inside the private room, gunshots and Hammer Head's heart-wrenching screams echoed one after another.
Du Mu only put away his golden desert eagle after emptying the magazine, still not entirely satisfied.
He had a poor memory, so he always preferred to settle grudges on the spot.
Du Mu hadn't forgotten Hammer Head's arrogant and mocking face from earlier. A mere NPC daring to provoke the Fourth Calamity? He was practically asking for death!
At this moment, Hammer Head's legs were a gruesome sight, covered in countless bullet holes. Blood soaked his pant legs a deep brown, spreading into a stark stain on the carpet.
It was hard to imagine the inhuman torment he had endured in such a short time.
Hammer Head lay sprawled on the ground, his eyes unfocused, repeatedly mumbling, "I'm Iron Head Skill, not Diamond Leg. I'm Iron Head Skill, not Diamond Leg…"
Wesley, who had been cowering under the sofa the entire time, witnessed this bloody and brutal scene, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.
Too brutal!
Wesley prided himself on years in the underworld; what kind of scene hadn't he witnessed?!
But this scene, he truly had never seen!
One man alone had practically wiped out the entire Maggia Gang and brutalized a notorious gang leader like Hammer Head as if he were a toy.
This couldn't even be called a fight; it was a unilateral slaughter!
Wesley had never believed in any gods, but now he did, continuously praying to all sorts of deities, begging this malevolent god not to discover him.
Perhaps the gods heard his prayer.
Du Mu seemed not to notice Wesley in the corner, dragging Hammer Head by the ankle like a dead dog and pulling him out of the private room.
Listening to the retreating footsteps, Wesley finally felt his heart begin to beat again.
"Hallelujah!"
He made the sign of the cross on his chest, scrambling out from under the sofa on all fours, forcing his gaze away from the messy corpses and bloodstains on the floor, and immediately dialed a number.
"What is it?"
A deep, oppressive voice came from the other end of the line.
Wesley took a deep breath: "Mr. Kingpin, something's happened. The Maggia Gang is gone, and Hammer Head has been taken!"
"Hmm?"
Kingpin's voice showed a hint of clear surprise: "Was it the Devil Gang? Or the Russians?"
"No! Neither!"
Wesley's voice trembled slightly: "It was a man I've never seen before. He took out the Maggia Gang by himself, and even Hammer Head was no match for him. According to what he said, he seems to be from the NYPD."
Kingpin: "?"
Since when did the NYPD get so formidable?
…
Meanwhile, Du Mu was dragging the unconscious Hammer Head through a dark alley.
As for the small fry who had slipped away in the private room, he couldn't be bothered. He wasn't a red-named target, so killing him wouldn't yield any rewards.
"System, why can't I use quick travel on the map?"
Du Mu complained in his mind; dragging a living person was truly troublesome.
Map teleportation prohibits carrying living beings, and also prohibits carrying objects weighing over 10 kilograms.
"Understood." Du Mu glanced at Hammer Head at his feet, "I'll just chop him up and take 10 kilograms of meat."
…
Just as Du Mu and the System were arguing, a whooshing sound suddenly erupted!
A dark red short staff shot out like a venomous snake from above and to the side, aimed directly at the wrist Du Mu used to drag Hammer Head!
Bang!
The gunshot rang out almost simultaneously with the staff's attack!
Du Mu didn't even fully turn around, simply raising his wrist casually. The golden desert eagle spat fire, and a bullet precisely struck the short staff mid-air, sending sparks flying and making it clang to the ground.
Then he looked up, towards the source of the attack.
Above the club entrance, at the top of a towering streetlamp, stood a mysterious figure.
The person was entirely clad in a tight, dark red leather suit, wearing a half-coverage mask with two pointed horns, the lower edge of which revealed a stubbled jaw.
Against the backdrop of the dim yellow streetlamp and the boundless darkness behind him, the entire person resembled a bat demon descended from the shadows, exuding a cold and dangerous aura.
That's right, this person was the Dark Guardian Bat… Night Devil!
"Hand him over."
Night Devil's voice was deep and hoarse, as he pointed at the unconscious Hammer Head at Du Mu's feet.
Du Mu grinned: "You say hand him over, and I just do it? Wouldn't I lose face?"
Seeing Du Mu's frivolous and casual attitude, Night Devil's brows furrowed tightly beneath his mask: "He should face legal judgment, not be subjected to your vigilantism."
"Coincidentally, I am NYPD." Du Mu shrugged.
"No, you're not."
Night Devil flatly denied, his voice growing more solemn, "A real NYPD wouldn't be like you. I smell the strong scent of blood on you!"
As the saying goes, when God closes a door, he opens a back door for you.
And Night Devil was clearly a man who had entered God's back door.
Although he was blind, he possessed sensory abilities far beyond those of ordinary people. Except for his sight, all his other senses had become exceptionally acute.
In terms of hearing, Night Devil could easily hear a person's heartbeat, and even the sound of blood flowing within their body.
In terms of smell, he could distinguish individual natural scents and remember and identify them, no matter how they tried to mask their odor.
And on Du Mu, Night Devil smelled a bloodlust so thick it was almost tangible; it was certainly not something one would acquire from killing a dozen people.
It was from slaughtering hundreds, perhaps even thousands!
"How many people… have you killed?"
Night Devil couldn't help but ask.
Du Mu remained cheerful: "Do you remember how many slices of bread you've eaten in your entire life?"
This casual yet cruel answer made Night Devil's breathing suddenly catch.
As a devout Catholic, he adhered to an inviolable principle of not killing.
Du Mu's act of slaughter, treating human lives as mere trifles, was an absolutely intolerable blasphemy and evil to Night Devil.
"Those are living human lives!" Night Devil's voice rose in anger.
Human lives?
Du Mu seemed to have heard an amusing joke, and scoffed as if it were the most natural thing: "They're just data, they won't truly die."
He paused, the muzzle of his gun casually dropping towards Hammer Head at his feet.
"Just like this!"
Bang!!
Under Night Devil's shocked expression, the golden desert eagle's muzzle spat a deadly flash, and the bullet instantly tore through Hammer Head's neck!
Clearly, this Iron Head Skill hadn't managed to train his kung fu to his neck. A large gush of blood surged out like a fountain from the severed carotid artery.
Hammer Head's body convulsed violently once, then completely lost all signs of life.
Du Mu looked at the corpse on the ground, shaking his head with a hint of regret: "What a shame, bringing him back alive would have given me a higher mission completion rate, but dragging him was just too much trouble."
Night Devil stood frozen atop the streetlamp, a bone-chilling cold instantly creeping up his spine.
He ended a life so casually, just because he found it troublesome!?